Best job i ever had was maintenance guy at a nursing home. Loved it. Rewarding. Fulfilling. Paid only $10.75/hr so i left it and 'developed my career' and now im 'successful' but at least once a week i have dreams where im back in the home hanging pictures, flirtin with the ol gals, being useful.
So when people ask 'who fixes toilets under communism?' my answer is a resounding 'me. I will fix the toilets.'
not just money, but controlling our time – no time left to do anything for ourselves or too burnt out to do anything during those precious spare minutes …
You're good people, I like you. That's the version I play guitar to after work on Fridays. Impossible to listen to Lennon afterward, has to be first lol
(Also glad to know someone else also picks the Darfur interjection version over the audio track)